(Mar 27/09) I used to be like this little squirrel, observing life from a distance, suspicious of others, wishing to be unseen. Yet at the same time I longed to be acknowledged, to be part of something, to belong. Today I look at the path I have walked. I've fallen, I've ended up lost, I've despaired. But somehow I've found my way. I'm grateful for the instinct that led me to explore my creativity. That exploration led me to my Self, and authentic living.
Mar 28, 2009
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(Mar 27/09) I used to be like this little squirrel, observing life from a distance, suspicious of others, wishing to be unseen. Yet at the same time I longed to be acknowledged, to be part of something, to belong. Today I look at the path I have walked. I've fallen, I've ended up lost, I've despaired. But somehow I've found my way. I'm grateful for the instinct that led me to explore my creativity. That exploration led me to my Self, and authentic living.
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